There was a bright horse lamp hanging on the top of the canopy opposite, and Mu Nanfeng's gentle face was clearly reflected in Qingwen's eyes under the reflection of the horse lamp.

"Miss Qing, is it really you?"

There was a hint of surprise in Mu Nanfeng's voice, and then a hint of blame, "Why is it so late and still outside?" ”

He leaned over and opened the curtain, and said to the scholar on the wheel outside, "Turn around and send Miss Qing home first." ”

"Hey, no, no, Mu Gongzi, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, who dares to be wild?" Qingwen hurriedly refused, "And tonight, all the houses in the city are hanging with bright lights, and they are noisy, what danger can there be?" It's okay, Childe hurry up and go back. ”

"The girl doesn't have to excuse herself, it's so late, since our son met the girl, he should naturally send the girl home."

Shi Mo didn't wait for his son-in-law to give another order, quickly turned the head of the car and followed behind Qingwen's carriage.

Qingwen had no choice but to tell Liu An to go quickly.

Two carriages, one in front of the other, walked in the fire of firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Walking to the entrance of Ningrong Street, Qingwen instructed Liu An to stop the carriage.

Mu Nanfeng got out of the car, walked to the front, stared at Qingwen with dark eyes, and said softly: "Miss Qing, I'm home, let's go in quickly." ”

In the light of the fireworks, which were clearly extinguished, the reluctance on his face was reflected.

Qingwen divided some of the fruits brought back from Zizhuxuan and handed them out through the car window: "Gongzi Xie escorted all the way, Gongzi should go back quickly, the city gate will be closed later." ”

"Okay, Miss Qing, go slowly."

Mu Nanfeng took the tea fruit and slowly turned around and walked towards his carriage.

The hem of the white fox fur on his body gently swayed in the wind on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, making his figure look even more cold and lonely.

Qingwen watched him leave, and only then could she see clearly that the crane on Mu Nanfeng's body was the same color and the same leather as the one Chen Hanxiao gave her.

This guy, on purpose, right? Qingwen shook her head and smiled.

The lights on Ning Rong Street were bright, and she could clearly see that what Mu Nanfeng was wearing was the snow-blue dress she made for him.

White with snow green, it shows his noble and elegant temperament.

It's just that, compared with the white fox skin, the material of the clothes is a little unworthy.

……

In the luxurious carriage, Mu Nanfeng tightened his outer squeeze, shook his head, and smiled.

For many years, no matter how hard he lived, he never thought of accepting the help of his grandfather's family.

Today, when he went to his grandfather's house to kowtow to his elders, his grandmother, as in previous years, brought him clothes of various colors and styles, and asked him to change them with tears.

According to his past temperament, he wouldn't want anything, but he saw the white fox fur crane in it at a glance.

He remembered that Qingwen also had one, which Chen Hanxiao gave him.

The demon sent the gods to the ground, and he put this big piece on his body.

Not for the tears of my grandmother, not for the eager eyes of the elders, just for Qingwen, just to wear the same clothes as Qingwen.

With this weird perverted psychology, Mu Nanfeng himself can't understand himself.

Seeing him put on the big coat, the joy in his grandmother's eyes overflowed into her eyes, and her hard-working and stubborn grandson was finally willing to put on the clothes she gave her, how could she not be excited?

Touching his clothes, the old grandmother's tears almost flowed down again, and she reached out and pulled them down.

Her grandson, the proud son of heaven, has a noble status, how can he wear such inferior clothes? She prepares a lot of clothes for him every year.

Mu Nanfeng hurriedly tightened his outer clothes, Jia Yun said that this dress was made for him by Qingwen herself.

The material was also good, though still not as comfortable and soft as the one he had worn before.

However, as far as he is concerned, even if Qingwen sews a set of clothes for him with linen, he will regard it as a treasure, how can he let people replace it?

……

In front of the Jia Mansion, Qingwen got out of the carriage and glanced at Liu An with a faint glance in her eyes.

Liu An rubbed his hands uneasily, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, girl, the girl went home directly from Baiyun Temple tonight, and she didn't meet anyone, and nothing happened." ”

Very good! Qingwen raised her eyebrows and asked softly, "Tomorrow I will make it clear to the old lady that your family will be assigned to my room, are you willing?" ”

"Yes, of course I do! Liu An must be loyal to the girl. Liu An knelt down excitedly and kowtowed to Qingwen, expressing his loyalty one after another.

After driving Qingwen's car for more than half a year, Liu An has a deep understanding of Qingwen's character.

Looking at the way she gets along with Xiaohong, Jiahui and others, and looking at the compassion and kindness she inadvertently releases to people, it will not be wrong to think that she is the master.

……

Calculating the time, Mother Jia should be in her courtyard at this time, and the three girls of Daiyu, Baoyu and the Jia family should also be there.

Qingwen didn't want to join in the fun, so she walked back to the Grand View Garden.

The main entrance of the Grand View Garden is holding a large bright corner lamp, and there are street lamps everywhere.

The whole courtyard was brightly lit, the maids and servants were all dressed up in flowers, and there were noisy voices and laughter everywhere.

Only the main hill is lonely, because there is no other courtyard here except Qingwen's Tubi Villa.

And the people in the villa were all let go home by Qingwen. At this time, there was not even a mother-in-law on the mountain to watch the house.

Although it was also brightly lit, it was extremely quiet and there was no sound at all.

The noise in the distance came, showing that the main mountain was empty and lonely.

Qingwen walked slowly up the hill and approached the Bulbo Mountain Villa when a low sigh in the shadows startled her.

"Who's where?" She asked quietly, for fear of frightening the figure in the dark.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl slowly turned out, looking at the outfit, Qingwen recognized it at a glance, this is the nun who lives in the Daguan Garden, Miaoyu.

"Master Miaoyu, why are you here?" Qingwen blurted out.

However, when she said this, she secretly scolded herself for being stupid.

Miaoyu ancestor is also the home of the scholar and eunuch, just because she has been sick since she was a child, and she bought a lot of stand-ins that are useless, until she personally enters the empty door, and she has been leading the practice.

Thinking about it, in her heart, she is also attached to Hongchen, and she is unwilling.

Therefore, the monks should have "six pure roots", but this nun could not do it with a pure heart.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, it was lively outside, and Xu reminded her of too many worldly entanglements, and her heart was even more unpeaceful. It is to go out for a walk to relieve the sorrow in my heart.

When I walked out of the temple, I realized that nowhere was my place.

Whether she is sincere or not, she is a practitioner.

She is unwilling to be lonely and has to endure loneliness, and she can't take the initiative to go to a noisy place.

Only the main mountain is relatively quiet here, so she came here, right?

"But Miss Qing?" Miaoyu Buddha bowed and said, "Excuse me, I'll leave." ”

Listen, this nun doesn't call herself a "poor nun" but "me", so this practice is just a façade.

"If Master Miaoyu doesn't dislike Qingwen's vulgarity, why don't you come in and sit down? It just so happens that I am also a lonely soul in this lonely winter. Qingwen smiled.